Jerry Behr Number 2

Rookie - 0 Points (3/2/1951 / Netherlands)

Gone With The Wind - Poem by Jerry Behr Number 2

The glow of the evening was still there, wind whispering in the trees, street lights just turned on. Whispering continued along the footpath mingling with footsteps and yapping dogs, then it became quiet. Behind leafy curtains of trees the moon began to rise over the horizon, silhouettes of fruit bats flying across the moon’s face could clearly be seen as bats danced the evening sky.
The winds of change rustled once more exuding its influence on Australia. But were these winds ill winds or winds of fortune blowing along the walkways? Australia is very dependent on which way the wind blows and from where. But indeed, these were ill winds that blew now along footpaths and walkways, no more leaving its fragrance of prosperity.
The winds whispered that these were troubling times for people, the old hubla, hubla, hubla economy had blown away because a bubble burst creating ill winds. The old world order that ruled the world for decades had crashed, and people in the know, that knew where the financial wind always blew were now at a loss where the winds went to.
Australia’s Prime Minister Kevin Rudd tried to solve the problem with his stimulus package and gas bagging. The cold, frigid winds of brutal reality blew along the despairing streets.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 17, 2011

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